Sunday at the park

We went to the dog park this afternoon because the weather was fantastic, and both dog and baby were in need of something different.

Wy's almost over his cold, but is teething again. I'm not even sure what teeth he has left to get, but getting he is. He's never been this fussy ever, not even when he got his 4 molars at once. The last two days he's been almost a completely different kid - he cries if I put him down, cries if I take away his binki, cries if I'm not understanding what he wants.

Like he's a toddler or something.

Even a woman at church today commented that he must not be feeling well - he was squirmier and fussy. Which means we spent our time in the halls.

And Bear, well. Bear always has energy. Bear is never not on full tilt. A woman at the dog park today asked Caleb if he was 6 months old. Caleb replied that no, actually, he's almost 7 years. She was so shocked she yelled out to everyone there, asking how old they thought he was.

She thought it was fantastic. That's cause she doesn't have to live with him.

I spent the time in the little dog park with Wyatt so that he could walk around without getting knocked over. He wanted to do two things: pick up all the balls lying around,

(I had to keep reminding myself, you have hand sanitizer, you have hand sanitizer...)

and sit in this chair surveying. 

 

He got tired though, and we headed to swing.

But in reality? This is all he wanted to do since arriving. Watch the big boys play volleyball.

"Baaaaaaoooooow! Baaaaaaooooow! Baaaaaaaaaoooooow!"

Over and over and over again. And 8 more times, just for good measure. Mom! Do you see the ball? Do you? Do you? THE BALL! A BALL! BALL!

I am not in Barbie world, anymore.

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[Jessica]

We took Lola to the park in St. George this weekend and it was a HUGE hit. I'm just ready to have weather like you do! You are so lucky to live in such a fun place :)